New Installation of His new Toy, i wasnt happy with the number of votes i got last chapter and i really want to know your thoughts

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His new Toy

Just Listen to me

Waving as Chris drove away, I walked cautiously to my house it was 11pm and to be quite frank I’m never out this late, I turned off my phone from the moment we left the school because I knew I would be bombarded with texts messages and calls from Erick, as I walked closer to my house I noticed all the lights were off except for the living room downstairs and my room which was upstairs, I knew my dad wouldn’t care but my mum is so certain that I could be attacked by old men that I have to be home by 8:30 every night even when I’m on dates, she's so annoying.

Opening my door cautiously I stepped in quietly only to bump into my mom who was standing right by the front door.

“And where have you been?” my mom stood there impatiently, arms crossed and foot tapping on the marble floor impatiently

“I w...was with a friend”

“What friend?”

“His name is Chris; he's from the other side of town”

My mom’s face to a state of shock and confusion “How do you know anyone from that side?”

“I met him on the day I came home, soaking wet”

“Do you know how worried I was?! I couldn’t even get you on your phone”

“I err...turned it off”

My mum had a weird look in her eye which always made me nervous; my dad and I especially avoided her when she was like this. Speaking of my dad he was on his way upstairs not even passing us a glance

Mum had seemed to notice and turned her back to me to look at my dad “Sam aren't you going to say something?!”

My dad sighed and turned around “Like what my dear?”

“Well I don’t know anything?! He was out by 2 and a half hours after his curfew!”

Sighing again my dad began “Darling you have to understand the boy is 17, he should be allowed to come home late” facing back to me she responded

“Well excuse me for not wanting my baby to get raped by yobs!”

“Yobs?” my dad asked confusedly

“Yes, yobs, dirty old men who live in the slums of California; who feed on cute children!”

“Good grief woman, does California even have slums?”

“Who knows?!” still facing me my mom continued “8:30 is 8:30 young man no later!”

“Do we even live by a slum?!”

“No! But you never know when the slums will come next?!”

My dad stood their mouth hanging open in bewilderment, it was clear he didn’t know how to answer to that ridiculous statement my mom made “Jesus, woman the boy needs to have a life and he acts like a baby because you treat him like one let him explore the world, he should be home at by 11, earlier on school nights” my dad winked at me as he finished his sentence, I didn’t dare smile back or my mom would know something's up

“Look Sam, if you’re not going to say anything concerning my son’s safety then you should go to bed”

“Look, he’s our son and you know I care deeply about his welfare but he is not a kid in a year he’s going to be a legal adult and besides the only reason why I’m down here is because you made me stay”

My mum shrieked and flung her arms in defeat “You will be punished Maxwell” she turned around swiftly and headed for the stairs she stopped when she was on the same step as my dad “As for you, you will soon find out what you’re punishment is”

My dad shook his head in amusement clearly catching on to what she was saying; I was beyond confused I had no idea what they were on about “We’ll see who’s begging for it at the end of it”

My mom rolled her eyes as she stormed up the stairs into the room, my dad following calmly behind her before stopping again to turn around to face me “Son, I don’t mind you being out but please have our phone on, even your friends were worried about you”

I smiled softly “okay Dad I'm sorry”

He smiled back “It’s okay” he continued to walk up the stairs but ending stopping again “Oh yes before I forget your friend uhm Darren I think is in your room, he's been there for hours now, he was very worried”

“Alright thanks” turning off the living room lights I climbed up the stairs, feeling extremely nervous me and Darren haven’t spoken since our argument, I could imagine things going terribly awkward

Opening my bedroom door I saw a figure sitting on my bed with his head in his hands but I knew it wasn’t Darren, it was Erick, my dad can be so misleading sometimes. Memories from this afternoon came flooding back, Erick slowly lifted his head to meet me his eyes opening in surprise and relief

He smiled sadly “I can see you’re okay then”

“Yes I am but you need to leave” I didn’t want him in my room or near me as a matter of fact he disgusted me and I didn’t want to be associated with someone like that

Erick noticed my disgusted face and began to get nervous “Look Max, whatever he said to you I can explain”

“So it’s true then?”

“Depends on what he said” his nervousness increased as he sat straight on my bed, playing with his fingers

“You stole his girlfriend, she died on her way to meet you and you ended up beating Chris up”

Sighing again “Yes those things happen but it’s clear it wasn’t explained to you properly”

“Erick you make me sick, get out”

Standing up Erick stared at me sadly “If you gave me a chance to explain I will-”

“There is nothing to explain!”

“Can’t you see what he is doing?! He’s only telling you this so he can get at me!”

“Now why would he use me?! You hate me, you’ve done nothing but hurt and harass me, you don’t care about me!”

He opened his mouth and closed it again as he looked away, walking past me I heard him go down the stairs and close the front door softly

“If he didn’t care why was he waiting for you to come home safely?” I turned around to see my sister with her eyebrow raised, he was probably here to make sure Chris hadn’t told me what happened between them. Before I could answer Maddie turned and walked away

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“Okay Class today will spend this lesson watching a video, I won’t tell you what it is about but I will tell you this: Make sure you listen well because there will be a test on this next week”

Sitting in Maths listening to the teacher drone on, Darren was in his seat but Erick wasn’t in.

“Hey” I turned in response to the whisper, to find Darren looking at me

I couldn’t see his face properly because the lights were off but I could see his eyes clearly

“Hey” I replied sheepishly

“Look, I hate fighting and I’m sorry, are we cool?”

In all honesty I liked Darren and I didn’t want to lose a friend “Yeah we’re cool”

“Great, from now on I will be honest with you”

“Thank you”

We both turned to the T.V screen in front of us with the empty seat in the middle,

Half an hour past when I noticed a boy walk in, his pants swung past his ankles with suspenders holding them up, he had thick black glasses with tape in the middle, his hair looked wet with a weird side parting, I guess you could say he was the clichéd nerd.

He walked up to Miss Carson and whispered something in her ear. She looked up and headed for the lights and paused the video.

“Maxwell Evans?”

“Uh...Here?”

“The principal needs to see you”

I looked at her in confusion and stood up “You need to take your stuff” the boy spoke out “You won’t be back for this lesson”

“Oh right” I could feel myself getting nervous as I picked my stuff up, Darren shot me an encouraging smile and I smiled back, why did the principal need to see me?

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Walking in an awkward silence in the corridor I kept shooting glances towards the boy, he had braces on to go with his look, he seemed really nervous and sweat was pouring from his head, he kept pinching his arms maybe it was a stress relief?

“Are you okay?” I asked worriedly he became even more distress

“WHY, WHAT DO YOU KNOW?” I stared at him wide eyed as we continued walking

“Uh...nothing?”

“Ok good" he breathed out

 "Right...I’m Max, what’s your name?"

"James.” He seemed to calm down but he still looked really bad

“Ok James, you know whatever is bothering you, there are people you can talk to, and I know we don’t really know each other but I'm always all ears”

“Oh God, your being so nice to me”

I looked at him in confusion “Shouldn’t I be?  You seem nice enough”

James came to abrupt stop and faced me, but he didn’t look at me but behind, I turned around to see what he was looking at but it was nothing it was just the boys toilet but it had ‘Out Of Order’ taped to the door.

Looking at me again, he frowned deeply as the look of guilt was spread of his face

“I am so sorry”

I looked around awkwardly “Sorry for what?”

“Sorry for this” he shouted as he pushed me into the toilets, I fell on my back, I felt the agonising pain shoot from my back to my head, I didn’t get up straight away but laid there, I heard the room being locked and footsteps approaching me

“I think I’ll find you listening to me now” the voice was angered but yet upset and hurt, I didn’t need to look to know who was speaking

Erick.